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I
lift my eyes and like a zephyr soar,
Borne on a gentle breeze which carries me o'er.
My heart feels free and light,
For my beloved Shropshire hills I will reach before the end
of night.
The home I left which I have loved so long,
To thee an anthem will be sung by heavenly throng.
For Wenlock Edge, for Buildwas and the Wrekin,
Wroxeter and Moreton Corbet I am seeking.
Places which throughout my life I have adored.
My spirit will seek out as it wings abroad.
Climes, imprinted on my memory,
Hereafter imbued by my spirit they will.
As the ghostly moon begins to wane,
I will be with you, my beloved Shropshire, on another plane.
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